Monday, 15 August 2011

The Second Lamest Song in the World

It's rainin' it's rainin'
My poor heart is painin'
I'm sick and tired of lookin' at your face.
You're poison,you're poison
My temperature is risin'
I'm getting out of here.
I'm going to any other place.

The stars have been against it from the first time
I tell you now that this has been the worst time
You've wasted all my money
That's just fine with me honey
I'm just gettin' out of here and going to any other place.

I'm movin', I'm movin'
My life is improvin'
I'm packing all my gear and moving out.
Don't doubt it,don't doubt it
We're better off without it
I'm just getting out of here and going to any other place.



Sorry I don't know what gets into me sometimes.It falls out so quickly and there is no stuffing it back.


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